Books are no food
for a belly to be filled
a dream must be killed.
Night is a prey
I kill to survive
Marauders at my door
my ear on the floor.
Wealth is a curse
There is a serpent in my purse
must my blood be spilled,
for the oil in the field?
Religion is a bug
fattened by innocent blood
I butcher for my belief
assured of relief.
copyright 2010 Adewale Samuel.
